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155. Perfect world

"I don't have a name because they didn't give me a name."

The little boy's voice was very soft, like he was talking in his sleep.

How much energy can a six-year-old kid have? In fact, he was very sleepy after running away for most of the night. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he fell down on the camel and fell asleep in the next second.

The little devil was completely unaware that these people who claimed to be sent by Godmother Sophia did not take him to the "infinite loop" they said. After he fell asleep, the survivors were careful. He circled back to the official road in the desert, met the paladin carrying the silver cross gun, and hurried to the holy city.

...

Memory began to reorganize again.

This time, the scene that appeared in front of Zongjiu was Mount Moriah.

Mount Moriah is the holy mountain of the Holy Church.

Except for having a huge holy religion entrenched all over the world, this super S-level copy is the same as the real world in other places.

In the Bible, in order to test Abraham's piety, Jehovah ordered him to sacrifice his son Isaac to himself. Without saying a word, Abraham took his son with his sword and went up Mount Moriah. As a result, at the moment before his execution, an angel descended from heaven and stopped his sacrifice.

In addition, Mount Moriah is also the place where King Solomon of ancient Israel built the first temple, which has full religious significance.

In this world, Solomon's Temple no longer exists, but the highest temple of the Holy Faith was built on Mount Moriah.

Today is the grand day of the Centenary Ceremony of the Holy Religion.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight fell from the gap in the distant sky, hazily passing through the clouds and mist like a golden veil, slowly wrapping Mount Moriah.

The temple on the top of the mountain is majestic, and the huge and exquisite reliefs are built according to the trend of the mountain, depicting the transcendent scene of pilgrimage by all living beings.

Farther away, semicircular stone pillars sit in front of the cliff, wrapping their arms around the central altar.

Thousands of white doves flapped their wings in the sky and landed in front of the tower prepared for them.

The golden sacred fire burned on the torch, swaying in the wind.

Believers who came to make pilgrimages to the Holy City knelt in dense numbers outside the Holy City. Looking down from the altar, they could only see hundreds of millions of crowded black spots on the vast land. The verses they chant devoutly can be heard clearly from the top of the mountain.

The elders and priests wore formal and complicated ceremonial robes, and wore holy and pure crystal and gold ornaments on their heads and arms. They looked solemnly and lined up in a row, looking straight ahead.

A total of thirty children, including the little devil whose legs and feet were tied, were all brought to the altar on Mount Moriah.

Not only them, but Sophia, who was responsible for teaching these candidate sons, was also tied to the cross and transported to the temple in a prison car.

When the little devil saw the familiar godmother, he immediately let out a cry like a trapped animal. Unfortunately, his mouth was blocked by the holy scarf, so he could only sob in vain and glare at the survivors standing beside him.

After he woke up, he found himself in the Holy City, with his hands and feet tied up, and there were heavy guards of Paladins around him.

Seeing this scene, no matter how stupid the six-year-old little devil is, he can still guess that he has been deceived.

"Don't be like this... We will definitely ensure your safety and take you back to the infinite loop."

Hong Lie, who was allowed to attend the ceremony at close range as an exception because of his meritorious service in capturing the Holy Son, smiled bitterly.

They were really desperate and had no choice but to hand over their savior to the Holy City.

The Holy City had already made it clear to them that if the Pope who performed the ceremony could not be found before the Centenary Ceremony of the Holy City, then the entire super S-level copy would be destroyed.

This sentence is completely convincing, because the previous five teams all left the dungeon after completing the festival.

Facing the savior's angry eyes, Hong Lie could only repeat his pale promise over and over again.

The high priest held a lit torch, stood in front of Sophia, and asked in a low voice: "The festival is about to begin. Are you still unwilling to tell who is the Holy Son with the power of purification?"

Sophia, whose hands were bound, stubbornly shook her head and said nothing.

Rao is a high priest with a good temper, but now she is a little annoyed by her lack of experience.

Everyone is kind, and even though Sophia was imprisoned, she did not suffer too much.

"Very good." The high priest said coldly: "Then let these thirty children go up and try it one by one."

At the command, a priest brought one of the children to the altar.

They untied the rope behind the child and pushed it onto the altar. The child staggered forward like a rag doll.

In the next few seconds, the blood-red lines carved on the altar lit up, emitting an ominous light.

Unable to make a sound, the child who fell to the ground gradually dissolved in this color.

——It is a literal dissolution. From the skin to the facial features, everything is melted by the intense high temperature. Even the bones creak, turning into a liquid mixture of indistinguishable substances.

"Wrong, wrong, not this!"

The elders shouted hurriedly, and the attendants standing by immediately pushed the next child up.

This was repeated three times, and without exception, all the children pushed up turned into melted mud the moment the altar lit up.

After the third sacrifice, the sky, which had been clear just now, suddenly darkened. Something could no longer be controlled, and it migrated out from the shadows behind the clouds, dyeing the entire sky a dark color as thick as ink.

"The gods are angry!"

All the clergy who stayed on the top of the Holy Mountain of Moria shouted in fear, knelt on the ground, and shouted blessings to the sky.

The believers on the earth also didn't know what happened. The crying and wailing intertwined into a piece, setting the entire planet on fire.

"God! Please forgive us!"

"Great God! Please forgive your people!"

Thousands of arcs of electricity that tore through the sky fell, covering the highest point of the holy mountain mercilessly.

The survivors hurriedly unfolded their special props, but the rest of the clergy were not so lucky. The servants who had just stood up turned directly into charred coals, with white smoke coming out of their bodies.

The high priest suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps.

"Sophia, since you have read the chronicles of the Holy Church, you should understand that the Sons of God are born as containers. They have no father or mother, and they must not take off their blindfolds before the ceremony because the meaning and mission of their existence are at this moment!"

Sophia's eyes were moved, and she shook her head desperately, "No... no one, no one."

"If you want to protect these children, then you should tell us who the child chosen by God is, otherwise you will not only kill people all over the world, but also the remaining 26 innocent children."

The words of the high priest were like a sharp knife, cutting Sophia's heart and bleeding.

"As long as you tell us who that person is, we will swear by the word □□ that other children can follow you back, and the Holy City will not intervene."

The high priest's tone was sad and full of incitement, "Sophia, you are a child blessed by God, why do you stand on the opposite side of us?"

And twenty-six, this seems to be a choice that does not require much hesitation.

Just like the famous trolley problem, when there are enough people, even if the one is innocent, people will tend to save more people.

If you sacrifice one person, you can save everyone...

The silence spread for a long time, and it seemed to be only a moment.

Sophia turned sideways, "There is no purification ability, but... but there is a child, he can transfer."

"Transfer?"

The high priest's dim pupils suddenly lit up, "The essence of purification is transfer, it is transfer! Who is it, who is the container?"

Sophia trembled and said, "It is... No. ."

She didn't dare to look at the child's eyes, even her voice was trembling, and she couldn't cry.

The survivors who were guarding the side were all shocked.

Hong Lie spoke first: "No, no! This child, he, he..."

The worst premonition in their hearts finally came true.

The savior is really the Pope appointed by the perfect world.

"No, Brother Hong, if the ceremony is not completed, we will all be wiped out!"

Another old subordinate immediately pulled him back and stopped him from rushing forward.

The main task of the survivors is to [help the Holy City elect a pope and complete the Holy Church Ceremony], which means that if the Holy City fails to complete the ceremony, the survivors will not be able to complete the main task.

If the main task is not completed, the survivors will be wiped out by the main system, no matter which one, they will be buried with it.

Between the savior and life and death, which is more important, it is clear at a glance.

Hong Lie's tightened fist fell helplessly.

The high priest was still mumbling, "Why do you think all the sons of God in the chronicles of the Holy Church are like this? Because the container cannot have its own consciousness. Thoughts are sharp blades. If they can read books and think, they will not be willing to be containers. Your self-righteous pity will harm them instead." After saying this, she turned around again and showed an encouraging smile. Everyone looked at the boy with his hands tied. The little devil was speechless and could only look at Sophia with disbelief. But Sophia didn't dare to look at him, and tears flowed down her clothes. Is this really my mission? Is it the meaning of my existence? Why didn't the godmother speak? No one answered the doubts of a six-year-old child. Only the high priest whispered like a dream, "Child, go, go up." This is his mission in life, as a vessel, the mission given to him by the gods to the Holy Church. Everyone looked at him with hopeful eyes, watching him being taken to the altar by the servants. No one saved him. Even if the white-haired young man floating in the air was a magician who created miracles, he was powerless to interfere with any field memory. Then, the servant gently pushed. The small S-level prop rolled off the boy and rolled into the grass beside him.

In an instant, the altar that had just been splashing with scarlet light burst into golden light.

All the darkness in the sky was gathered into the center, falling from the sky like funnels and stalactites.

The little devil lay flat on the altar. He finally realized something, and the light in his pupils gradually dimmed, and finally returned to deathly silence.

The boy was shackled, like an innocent lamb waiting alone for a bloody sacrifice.

Heaven and earth stood still for a second.

The next moment, strong winds rose from the ground and turned into a hurricane.

Those dark, ominous, ferocious thoughts, accumulated for hundreds of years, poured down from the top of the sky, like sharply polished knives, piercing the boy's heart mercilessly.

The child opened his mouth silently, his small mouth and delicate face full of pain, and he was roaring from the inside out.

The huge malice infected him, starting from his heart and gradually spreading to his internal organs and limbs, dyeing his dark brown pupils black, and sticky black mud flowing out of his seven orifices that could not be covered by any cover. .

He is like a container that is never full, swallowing up the malice of the people for centuries.

As darkness poured in, black clouds fell one drop at a time, and the first bright sunshine finally appeared in the east.

The priests and elders all exclaimed, "Perfect, so perfect! He is the most perfect container in the past five sacrificial ceremonies of the Holy Religion!"

When the mortals kneeling under the holy mountain saw the dark clouds in the sky parting to reveal the sun, they kowtowed excitedly and chanted songs praising God.

"God! Thank you for your gift!"

"Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your selflessness, and thank you for creating a perfect world!"

Finally, the last drop of evil thoughts entered the boy's mouth and nose.

The altar has been completely submerged in the thick black mud, and the human figure wrapped in the center cannot be seen clearly.

But the earth is thousands of miles of peace, and even the sun seems to be a little brighter, reflecting colorful rays of light.

The survivors were trembling all over.

They finally understood that there was no perfect world, but abandoned children raised as containers.

"Get ready to light the fire!"

After all the darkness fell from the clouds, the high priest gave the order.

The altar rumbled and sank, and the unpleasant smell of fire oil poured down, covering the entire altar.

Before the survivors had time to stop them, raging fire suddenly shot up into the sky.

Hong Lie opened his eyes wide, "No! You can't do this to him! Why set a fire!"

Around the fire, the clergy began to pray.

The high priest said gently: "The soul of those who have sinned for all living beings will return to the embrace of God. We are just following God's will."

It was obvious that the black malice was extremely afraid of fire.

Under the pressure of the flames, they retreated step by step, and could only squeeze and retreat into the body of the container.

"But, but."

Sophia shouted hysterically, "He still has some ability!"

In the fierce fire, the child, who had long since lost his human form, began to roll.

The flames left ugly burn marks everywhere on the child's back, fingers, and body. Originally these things couldn't hurt him, but because of malicious intent, they stuck to the dark skin and sizzled, and finally healed quickly due to his ability.

The sharp roar has long since ceased. Because he no longer had the strength to shout.

He was not afraid of flames by nature, but now he had to endure the pain in the fire.

The high priest also began to panic.

The tradition of Holy Cult ceremonies is that after the vessels have absorbed the evil spirits, they are sent to heaven with fire.

But now, if this child is not afraid of fire, it means that he cannot be buried in the fire with malice.

Apart from fire, the Holy Religion knows no other way to deal with evil thoughts.

There has never been such a precedent before, and no one knows what will be born from the indestructible fire.

The high priest gritted his teeth: "Increase the flames, increase the flames!"

Golden-red flames almost surrounded the entire top of the mountain, and strong winds caused by uneven cold and heat obscured the sacrificial ceremony.

Everyone who saw such a tragic scene showed pity and moved expressions.

Only now do these survivors understand why in the notes left earlier, those who have passed this super S-level dungeon say that as long as they cross the hurdle in their hearts, they will be able to do it. , as long as you cross that hurdle, this copy will become simpler.

Because it is really simple, so simple that you only need to send a child to the burning sacrifice ground, which will not only save the lives of everyone in this perfect world, but also allow the survivors to survive. Get generous rewards and return to the infinite loop safe and sound.

Hong Lie slumped to the ground, holding his forehead in pain.

[Super S-level copy: Perfect World, the main mission has been completed]

[The space transfer will take place in thirty seconds...]

They finally found the savior, but now their hopes have been thrown into hell.

While he was feeling sad alone, a scream suddenly came from not far away.

"No...Honglie, no, we were wrong."

The survivor who blocked him from rushing forward slowly fell down, his pupils dark.

[Drip, drip, drip, abnormal presence detected, space transfer forced to stop]

Behind him, the person on the altar was slowly lifted up by the black mud.

His limbs stretched out, and he transformed from a child.

The malice of hundreds of millions of people in the world was gathered, and the malice stored for a hundred years was enough to destroy his personality thousands of times.

The black mud, surging like substance, rolled behind the figure, and the crazy laughter resounded through the mountain top.

Thousands of shadows surged from behind him, and every step they took was like darkness bowing to their emperor.

No, it’s not right to say that it’s a personality.

The six-year-old boy disappeared forever. What appeared now was just a brand new monster born from pure malice.

"Wrong, wrong... not the savior..."

Will the savior who absorbed the malice of the whole world still be the savior?

Hong Lie remembered it at this moment. In Guiguzi's prophecy, besides the savior, there is another existence.

He is just a six-year-old child, innocent and kind, and no one thinks of him as another possible person.

The survivor vomited blood and died with his eyes wide open.

"We... released the big devil...."

Behind him, the sky was once again covered by a black shadow rising from the ground.

The holy mountain collapsed, the world fell, and the memory was annihilated.

Only the scarred hand picked up the S-level props that fell to the ground and no one cared about.

"Infinite loop...? Interesting."

No one knew that the devil who destroyed the world was originally born from the body of the savior.

The author has something to say: The big fat chapter is coming!

Yaya doesn't seem to have anything to say today, so I'll continue to ask for nutrient solution_(:3∠)_

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